Know what? I'm pissed off. Really pissed off. Today I found out that I cannot live with another person, to whom I'm not related in a way, in the same apartment. I simply can't. Yes, I'm aware that everyone has problems with room/flat mates, but I can't stand it anymore!!!
I'm a difficult person. I like to put things in a place and I expect them to be there when I need them. I have MY things. I have MY way of arranging them. I have MY ideas of how 2 people living in the same apartment should behave. And what's more, MY things are only MY THINGS!
Some of my flat mate's friends from Baia Mare are visiting her. They are 3 people, in a room smaller than mine. Oh, excuse me: they are 5 people, if we count her and her university colleague, which I don't know why is staying here. Thus, 2 of them have to sleep in my room. Thus, I don't have any privacy. I mean, her friends from BM are ok and all, but wtf did she invite so many if she knew she hadn't so much space in her room?
Of course they made something to eat: French fries with fried meat. And they used MY oil without asking me [yeah, I want back that 1/2L of oil you used] and they fried the meat in MY frying pan for frying only potatoes!!!!!!!! Yeah, at least they washed the dishes. But when I wanted to make myself some spaghetti and entered the kitchen and saw all those pots and frying pans and stuff all over the place, I was on the point of strangulating someone!!! MY KITCHEN!!!! Did you use it? Fine! But don't leave it that way!!! Clean it and leave it as you had initially found it!!! I feel like MY kitchen has been violated! MY KITCHEN!!!
Ok... I've got to keep calm... I've got to take a deep breath... moving on. When I entered the bathroom the small carpet we have on the floor was rolled up [why?!]. There was water in the bathtub and the toilet wasn't sufficiently flushed. Come on!!!!! At least have a little decency!
I really think I'm paranoid and complicated. I can't stand people messing around with MY things, touching them, using them. I love my apartment and I try to take care of it as best as I know and when things like this happen, I feel like killing someone! It's MY house, do you understand???? MY HOUSE! I feel I'm acting like a total bitch right now, but I can't help it. I want my place to be as it was. I don't mind people coming to visit her, but stay the fuck away from my things and if you can't help it, at least try and arrange them the way you had found them.
I'm so very curious to see if my flat mate will buy me oil, clean my frying pan, arrange the carpet in the bathroom and the things in the kitchen. Oh, I'm so very curious! Oh, and I don't care if you told me to eat with you or if you told me to go out into town with you. I really, really don't care!
Later edit: flush the bloody toilet!!!!!! And KNOCK before entering!!!!!!!!!!
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